DREAMS
7.1.19
starshine
kim-onos, robes, and sun blankets
our feet sludging in dry
everything must empty to fill. so go ahead – pour out that put together persona stew, let me tip the jar of awe a little in your favor
we chase music the way
lambs chase innocence
something to cling on to
a little bit of normal in our fractal
do you see me now?
all stary-eyed and wonder
the grass is never greener on the other side
it is however
alive – simmering with titillation
imagine the existence of the being
whos life revolves in selflessness.
friend, only a hard heart hardens, only a hard heart breaks.
come now, let me show you magic
pirate ships in desert grasslands
that morning champagne that welcomes Sunday alive
what if i told you, what you call fairytale i once called home?
we re not different from one another you and i
disoriented and dizzy with overwhelm
acid night skys lights are liquid smoke
we’re just an insignificant symptom of a greater, more mischievous moon
call her lunacy,
all the greats were once called crazy, insane, manics
so that today
you and i aren’t called anything
who knew words were bigger then the big bang
FORTUNA
6.1.19
perhaps we found our morels
the ones i hunt
you spit out
sharing some awe here.
look – see how a little magic
can turn even the sullied doctor
into a child